Mafia Prince Novelas e Histórias

“Please, hear me out. He didn’t mean….” I scoff,“What do you wanna say? That he didn’t mean to kill Ramos? I saw him, he killed Ramos without a second thought” “I know what you saw Gigi and I swear it’s terrifying, but trust me Mike is a good man, he will never hurt you” “Well that’s hard to believe” I turn to her. “Tell me, what exactly is Mike. Cause the man I saw killing Ramos wasn’t my husband but a beast” Amanda sighed,“Mike is a Mafia Prince”

Sandro commented while his eyes gleamed when he imagined himself bathing in Viso's pathetic blood. "Not your creativity but mine, Sandro. He insulted me, Gina Moretti. I should be the one showing him how creative I am, don't you think, brother?" Gina said with a crooked smirk on her lips. Gina was not an innocent girl, on the contrary, she was the perfect example of a mafia princess.

She smiled, nodding slightly. They were walking on the lawn, "So tell me." She asked. "Have you heard about the Mafia Alpha King?'' He asked. "Yes, Xander Hill. I've heard about him from Sir. He's the most popular billionaire and powerful Mafia in the entire world." She said, astonished. She hadn't seen him. But she wanted to.

Then I understood why those men called me Princess the entire time. What they actually meant was Mafia Princess? The heir to take over my father's business. Fvcking hell! That was what Uncle Danny talked about over the voice call. More news made me realize Papá was the modern version of Pablo Escobar, the famous drug dealer. He was known over Italy under the code name 'The Pill Lord' and was the most dangerous mafia man to ever exist there. Many unbelievable things I read about him. They say he was a killer, a rapist, a devil incarnate in the form of a human but I've never known him to be such things.

I already knew where she was heading with this, and dread clawed up my spine. Granny’s eyes sharpened. “Mia, you ain’t saying anything. Neither is Kraven. I really want to know. You mean Giovanni of the Mafia? What does Kraven have to do with them in the first place?” My lips parted, but no sound came. Shame clamped my throat shut. Her gaze burned into me, demanding an answer I couldn’t form. “Wait! Wait!” She lurched forward, pointing a shaky finger straight at Kraven. “You mean this—” her hand trembled, “you mean this is Kraven of the Astor Mafia Empire?”

He sipped his drink, as he spoke his lips twisted to the side. I shook my head as the whiskey hit my throat. “You can't be so sure. President Guma is not going to listen to anyone. The upcoming elections will be great and just one candidate will be elected. You should consider Politics my friend. You have a good reputation plus you've got the money”. He cackled in laughter. I joined him knowing that I have no plans of going into politics. I rule the crime world, the Mafia unworld. None of that politics shit matters. He beamed at me and hit the table slightly.

The truth being she's been fucking around with one of his enemies who she now feels a tragic emotion she names love and oh, she is forty percent sure she has procreated with the man. This is the truth she has dared to admit to not only our father but the her murderous fiance. Father might not kill her but her fiance will, he is very vengeful and she has crossed him in a way no man in our world can tolerate. Maybe she has lived as the millionaire's daughter so long that she forgot it was an act. She is a mafia princess, we do as we are told and wait until you're an asset to the family. Maybe it's just I that is an asset because Sofia has always been their daugh

~ GIULIA’S POV ~ “What?” I blinked hard, still trying to catch up. “He’s a mafia prince? A Russian mafia prince?” Dante nodded once, his expression unreadable, his eyes dark like a storm gathering at sea. “Yes. Prince Vince Ruger, Son of Don Nikolai Ruger. These people aren’t just dangerous… they’re monstrous.” The silence that followed felt too loud, like the world had paused to listen. Dante leaned against the hood of the car, arms folded tightly across his chest, jaw clenched tight.

“But tell me, Amelia, do you know who he really is? Or are you just another naive girl blinded by his charm?” "What are you talking about?” she asked, her voice shaky. Zach straightened and began pacing the room, his hands clasped behind his back. “Let me enlighten you,” he said. “Alessandro is not just a businessman, Amelia. His business is his cover-up. He’s a mafia kingpin. An underground bastard who thrives on power, fear, and bloodshed. Do you know how many lives he’s ruined? How many people have begged for mercy at his feet only to be silenced forever?”

A low, dark sound. “Looking for me?” His lips curled, amusement dancing in his expression. “No one in the world dares to come for the Mafia Lord, Princess. Forgotten that?” Nuella scrunched her nose, eyeing him for a few seconds. Such a boastful, arrogant bastard. In her world, she had never imagined she’d be involved with a mafia lord—aside from her own family, of course. Let alone being tangled with the head of them all. Her father’s best friend.